"Little Lu, don't be impulsive. Even if you sacrifice your soul for a desperate attack, what good will it do? The opponent is a Golden Immortal; such an attack won't even tickle him!"

The fifty-second People's Emperor, Qingluo, stopped Lu Yu from his reckless actions.

"Then what do you suggest I do?! Just watch the Ten Halls of Lord fight to the death?" Lu Yu shouted, kneeling on the ground, pounding the earth in frustration, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

If souls could bleed, his would have been shedding tears of blood.